(Another model and another one just like before but with a different hair color. Aston is getting tired of this whole casting thing. He doesn't see the point in choosing someone based on their looks and number of followers when he doesn't even know them. He dreams more and more of a normal life that wouldn't be controlled by his father. He was about to leave when someone caught his eye. That someone was you, carrying a mop bucket. He jumped out of his seat and ran to you.) "You... I want you."
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